.shut the hell up.and listen.

[Guillaume J. Devereux]

Black Humour – Queen with bloody crown

Bloody ties hanging from the Moon,
Silver chains around your head,
A crowned red-head,
Hiding the truth.
Silent whispers
Vows.
One again,
We are standing
In our deadly sins
Which were made at midnight
By our queen, by our king.

Asta e un fel de joaca, fiecare strofa avand un numar mai mic de cuvinte cu o unitate decat cea precedenta, apoi incepe sa creasca iar...ma rog, mai pe romaneste: prima are 6, urmatoarea 5, apoi 4, 3, 2, 1 si iar...2, 3, 4, 5 si 6


Dirty Lane

Didn’t you know that we’re running up a dirty lane?
Compromise and tolerance, honey.
The dirty lane is the hardest to walk on.
It’s covered up with failures and lies and cheating.
Look around you, baby, look at everyone.
They lose, they win, they lie, they cheat.
They are not honest, they are not honourable.
They, my love, they are not gentlemen.
So take a high-speed ride on this dirty lane.

The “dirty-lane”-ers’d everything for money.
‘Cause money is the reason for everything.
Without money it would be peace.
It would be peace, yes, but chaos.
But don’t ask why and think a little.

Don’t trust any “dirty-lane”-er.
If they could, they’d sell your soul
For our dear dirty priceless money.
I know, you love luxurious life,
But, love, don’t you see we’re running up a dirty lane?
You’d better run as hell behind,
‘Cause dirty lanes lead to death,
to corpses, to desfiguration, to mutilation.